Celebrating Cork Past

That lonely place on Penrose Quay,
Where many a tear was shed;
Cork's finest sons and daughters wept,
Cork's youth was then being bled;
A ship was waiting on the shore,
To take them all away;
To London, Coventry, Birmingham, New York and Botany Bay.
Like the wild geese they had to go,
To save those left behind;
The pride of Cork were leaving us,
The gentle and the kind;
They worked in foundries, building sites,
and slaved in coalmines too;
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